Holy Death Rising

[Silver]

The void. Nothing. How sweet it was. She always believed that there is nothing after being claimed by death. Just emptiness. Pitch black void as one breathes their last breath. No shinning light. No flashing life. No memories. Just the void.

Kalliste Silver felt finally at peace. She felt that she had finally died.. Again.

A hand flashed in front of her face.

“She’s out cold, Pedro. See? A coma, the doctors said.”

Two guards were in front of the chained up body of Silver.
Pedro, guard of Rhodes prison for more than five years, jumped at the sound of her breathing.

“This is wrong, Alvaro. Let’s go cabron. I don’t want to be in this cell with La Muerte.”

Pedro scoffed at his friend.

“You are acting like a woman, Pedro. This bitch isn’t going anywhere or doing anything.”


He suddenly slapped her face, giving Pedro a small heart attack. The small head just limped back into the prone position.

“You loco???”

Pedro shouted as he grabbed Alvaro’s hand.

“She killed 50 pilots. Alone. And gods knows how many before. That’s La Muerte incarnated. Now let’s go, i don’t want to be here when she wakes up.”

“Okay okay.. Senorita Pedro.”

Alvaro chuckled at his friend. With quick, trained movements, both men checked the comatosed woman bindings, before leaving.

“Have a nice night, senorita. Don’t let the ratos bite your pretty face.”

Said Alvaro, just to rattle Pedro’s nerves more as they exited the cell.

As the heavy metal door was shut and the sound of the keys closing the lock, two eyes opened.



A bloody haze was gripping her mind. Fragments of memories filled with death and screams came at her like a punch. Like tentacles on her brain, every set of empty eyes she saw, looked back at her, one at a time.
And all she was yearning for was the soft cold touch of the void once more.

“Eh.”

She chuckled. The eyes kept looking at her.

“Aha.”

She laughed once more. This time they were all looking at her.
The face of her first kill. An accountant from a loan-shark that was skimming his profits.
She was hired to kill him, a boon to a newbie like she was.
To kill him.In a very public manner.
After running him over with a hover car in the middle of a crowded street, she exited the car and shot him in the right hand (his writing hand). His screams filled her mind. The sweet taste of fear and pain.
His sobbing voice asking for something she didn’t even acknowledged..
And the smell of another laser cartridge being spent on his forehead.
Those empty eyes were finally there. Looking at her.
Her hand moved closer to her face, and she gripped instinctively to feel the pain.

Those eyes looking at her.
And she looked back at them.

“Ahahahahahahaha.”

She laughed harder.

The two guards stopped on their tracks as they heard the laughter.
Pedro felt a chill down his spine and quickly blessed himself.

“Santa Muerte.. Have pitty on our souls.”

He muttered.
La Muerte had awakened.

Alvaro looked at his friend with an raised eyebrow, and sighed.

“Time to teach this diabla what Rhodes hospitality is.”

As they opened the door, Pedro entered with his gun trailing the prone form of Silver. Every laugh she emitted, it made his skin crawl.
Alvaro grinned and suddenly kicked Silver in the stomach, making her laugh to stop.

“Welcome to Rhodes, senorita. I’m Alvaro. I’ll be your host.”

He kept kicking her until she couldn't even breath straight.
With a quick grab of her hair, he raised her head up and started checking the chains on her wrists and feet.

As he finished checking if everything was secure, he punched her face with joy.

Once, twice, thrice. Who’s counting?

“Si, senorita. Welcome to el inferno.”

Said Alvaro, without stopping to punch her.

Suddenly, she tried to talk, causing Alvaro to stop.

“Hell?”

She asked.

“Si senorita. Hell. And i am your diablo. Here. Catch.”

He resumed the beating.

After ten minutes of brutal, merciless kicks and punches, her face was bloody, her body was starting to show bruises everywhere.

“Eh, Alvaro, stop it.”

Pedro mumbled while looking at her.

“Stop it? Ahaha. Never. I am enjoying this, perro. This cabra will be a lesson to the rest of the galaxy not to take the Corsarios lightly.”

Alvaro replied, taking a breather from the exercise.

“Al Santi is the one that will be doing the teaching.”

Said a voice behind them. As they turned to see who talked, they spotted their commander, and quickly they stood in attention.

“So she has awakened? From a coma? Los doctores said it would take weeks.. Hmm. Well, no matter. Al Santi will be pleased to hear of her recovery. And so will the Elders.”

José Delgado said as he entered the cell to evaluate her status. As he noticed the beating results he turned to Pedro.

“I see you were having fun...”

“Si senor. She needed to be introduced to Rhodes.”

The old man raised an eyebrow at the reply and waved his hand.

“Well, she had enough introductions for the remainder of the day, Quintas. No need for more.”

“Very well, Comadante.”

With a quick movement, Delgado turned his back to Silver and started to walk to the door. The two guards quickly followed.

But then a cold, raw voice was heard in a whisper.

The three men turned around.

“Alvaro..”

Silver whispered. Alvaro smirked hearing his name.

“Si, senorita?”

He replied in a mocking tone.

“Thank you for the welcome... Let me give you mine.”

Said the ragged voice that slowly was regaining it’s strength.

“Oh? You are going to “welcome” me?”

Alvaro laughed, while the other two men were silent. Pedro feeling an eerie feeling crawling up his spine and Delgado, stoically watching the scene as it unfolded.

“Yes... Let me welcome you to the Void beforehand.”

Silver spitted blood to the floor.

“Because i won’t be able to do so when you will be busy dying, squealin' like a pig.”

Alvaro unleashed a laugh, amused by the chained up woman.
He closed into her and punched her in the face again while laughing.

“Thank you, senorita. Thank you very much.”

“Quintas, that is enough. Let’s go.”

Said Delgado.
Alvaro turned away with a smirk on his face and the three men left the cell.

As Alvaro closed the cell, Pedro blessed himself again and muttered a quick prayer.
Delgado looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Fearing something, Oliveira?”

“No, Comandante. I am praying for Alvaro’s soul.”

Pedro replied quickly while watching Alvaro locking up the cell door.
Alvaro looked at him and said to his commander:

“Don’t listen to him Comadante. He’s a superstitious fool.”

Their commander turned his back and started walking.

“I will be relaying the news to the Elders. Inform the next guards that they are not to interact with the prisoner, si?”

Pedro and Alvaro quickly saluted and said in one voice.

“Si senor Comadante!”

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